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The Night I Invited a Demon into My Bed

I have a brother who is 4 years younger than me. When we were kids he use to have a hard time sleeping at night because he always had nightmares. The nights that he would have nightmares I would invite him to sleep in my bed, so he could feel safer. I went through the same thing, and remembered how scared I use to be wishing I could crawl into bed with my mom, but she would never let me, and she would scold me if I tried. My brother went throught the same thing as me with our mother. It broke my heart because I knew how scared and desperate I was to have the comfort of someone I loved during those nights when I had a nightmare or swore I seen the boogeyman. So I would always let my brother sleep with me any time he had a nightmare. He did this from the ages of 4 to 7.

One evening I woke up in the middle of the night because I needed to have a pee. I went to the washroom to relieve myself. Then I walked back to my room and got into my bed to go back to sleep. I closed my eyes and began to drift off to sleep. The sound of my door creaking open jolted me out of my sleep. I opened my eyes to see what caused my door to make a sound. There on my bedroom floor was my brother crawling quickly on all fours in the most peculiar way towards my closet. He was wearing only a pair of knee length shorts. I called out his name and he stopped moving towards my closet and turned towards me. I swear if I hadn't said anything to him he would've crawled straight into my closet!

It had been a few months since my brother had asked to sleep in my bed. I thought he had finally out grown sleeping with me. So I found it very strange that he was in my room in the middle of the night. I asked him "What are you doing?" He didn't respond. I thought he might have been to embarrassed to ask to sleep with me so I asked "Did you have a bad dream?" He didn't respond. I was tired and I really wanted to go back to sleep, so I told him "If you had a bad dream it's OK you can sleep with me" He didn't say anything, he just stared up at me while in a squatting position. When I pulled back my blankets he began crawling across the floor towards me and away from my closet. My bed was pretty high off the floor and I was amazed to see my brother jump up on it from a crawling stance. He landed very lightly. I remember noticing that there was something not quite right about him. I never seen him move in such an odd manner. I remember smiling at how odd he was behaving. I kind of chuckled and asked "What are you going through?" He didn't respond. Utter silence . I said "Whatever just go to sleep!". I remember thinking that if he had been wearing a mask or something, his demeanor and movements would've scared the hell out of me.

I rolled over on my side facing away from him and I tried to go back to sleep. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling my brother gave me. I laid there thinking about how weird he had been acting and how silent he had been. I'll always remember the wave of fear that hit me, when I began thinking whoever was in my bed wasn't really my brother. I stretched my foot out to see if I could feel him next to me. To my surprise I couldn't feel his legs anywhere near me. It was as if he was no longer in my bed. I decided to turn around to see if he was still in my bed. I wanted to get a good look at him, so I could make sure this person was really my little brother When I rolled over to face him, my brothers face was only an inch from mine, and he was smiling a huge opened mouthed grin, while staring straight at me. This startled me really bad! I took a good look at him and I reassured myself that this person was my brother, that it couldn't be anyone but my brother because only my brother could look like my brother. This is when I began getting angry! I told him "If you're going to be sleeping in my bed close your eyes, stop staring at me and go to sleep!" He didn't respond and he was still staring straight at me with the big smile on his face. I ordered him to turn around and go to sleep! He wouldn't move or say anything. I physically forced him to turn his body on to his side, so he was facing in the opposite direction of me. That's when I noticed he was freezing cold to the touch. It shocked me how cold he was. No response. Now I was beyond creeped out. I was convinced that whoever this person was he wasn't my brother and he definitely wasn't a flesh in blood person. I was only 12 years old at the time and I had very little knowledge of how demons manifest themselves. Even though I knew deep down inside that this being in my bed wasn't my brother I was still trying to rationalize the situation.
I stared at the back of his head for a moment, I noticed that the skin on the back of his neck and his shoulders was extremely pale and the hair on his head was far to dark to be my brothers. There was a bit of light shining from the hallway through the crack of my bedroom door. It gave off enough light that I could see fairly well, but my room was in shadows. The longer I stared at the imposter, the stranger his appearance became. It looked as if blue veins were becoming visible on all of his exposed flesh.

I was scared that he was going to turn around to look me in the face, and I would see hollow black eyes staring back at me. I also sensed that whatever this creature was , it could read my thoughts. The reason why this creature gave me an uneasy feeling the moment I seen it crawling on my bedroom floor was because it was radiating pure evil! For some reason In my mind I kept picturing the imposter with hundreds of razor sharp teeth and black hollow eyes. (Looking back on this experience I think the being was projecting these images into my mind as a scare tactic.)

I thought maybe if I pretend like he's my brother maybe he won't hurt me. I said " You're freezing! You should've asked for more of the blanket!" He didn't say anything. I quickly covered him with my blanket. Then I rolled over on my side facing away from it. I squeezed my eyes tight! I thought about screaming for my mother, but I decided not to because I thought the evil creature beside me would pounce on me with its teeth before my mother could get to me. I began to think maybe I died in my sleep and this creature was here to take me to hell. I was so scared the only thing I could think to do was pray! I prayed for God and Jesus to save me. I don't remember anything after my plea to God. I must have fallen asleep or blacked out because the next thing I remember I'm waking up to the early morning and the sun was shining through my window.

I quickly got up and ran to my brothers bedroom so I could question him about what had transpired through out the night. I was still hoping that my brother had played a trick on me, He was in his bed asleep. He wasn't at all happy that I woke him up. I asked him if he came into my bedroom in the middle of the night. He told me he never came into my bedroom. I asked him if he was sure he hadn't climbed in bed with me because he had a nightmare. He told me that he had no idea what I was talking about. He wanted me to get out of his room so he could go back to sleep. I quickly remembered that when I had seen him in the middle of the night he hadn't been wearing a shirt. I pulled my brothers blanket off of him to see if he was shirtless. If he had been shirtless I would've known for sure he pulled a dirty trick on me. I was astonished to see he was wearing a matching pajama set. My brother was really irritated at this point. He punched my arm, grabbed his blanket, and ordered me out of his room. I left his room bewildered. I came to realize that the person who climbed in bed with me definitely wasn't my brother. I came to the conclusion it was some sort of ghost.

Many years have passed since this happened to me. I've had a lot of time to think about what it was that visited me. I believe that it was a demon. This wasn't the first or last time I experienced this demon but I believe this particular visit was when I invited it into my life. When I invited it into my bed, I invited it into my life. The demon used deception in order to receive an invitation from me. The Bible talks about how the devil is a master of deception. I believe it appeared as my brother to trick me. The moment I seen it crawling across my floor I knew deep down it wasn't my brother but I went against my gut feeling.

I was raised in a household that wasn't religious in the least bit. My mother would openly deny God existed if I asked her about such things. My mother was into the paranormal and things occult. When I was 10 years old she gave me a Hasbro Ouija board for Christmas. I believe this fact from my childhood should speak volumes as to why I've suffered demonic attacks since I was a small child. My mother sparked my interest in the occult. I dabbled in witchcraft most of my childhood and teenage years. It has only been the last couple years that I've turned my life over to Jesus. My belief in Jesus and God is due to the fact I know demons are real. I know many people who have come face to face with demons also claim they found God due to these experiences. Once you meet the devil it is only natural to come to the conclusion God is real. I'm not a perfect Christian. I'm not going to preach my personal beliefs. I'm just going to share my the experiences I've had and what I've learned from them. I hope you enjoyed reading this entry, there will be more like this one to come.